Post by Arioch on Feb 3, 2019 23:27:01 GMT
Arioch tilted his head at the comment that she just chose to use no weapons and all. A bold choice to be sure. He then reassessed the woman. Perhaps she didn't to do battle with greater creatures. Perhaps she was training herself to beat other people, or fight like a gladiator and using no weapons would be her quirk. After all, it would be demolishing for any fighter to be beaten in a fight using weapons against an unnarmed opponent, specially in a social gathering. He was going to have to doubt her on that, no weapons being better than a weapon. He squinted his eyes at the affirmation.
He didn't really want to tell her "Is this a joke?" as that would have been disrespectful, so he chose not to say anything about it. It was her life's choice after all, not his. Thus he wondered what could have been... Maybe in the future he could convince her to try out weapons, that would make for a nice challenge. Since his defeat now he wanted to try and test his blade against something, or someone. But he doubted he would find people willing to try that out as one was much more likely to get hurt even with a blunt sword and accidents tended to happen. Specially without armor. And armor, or at lest full armor was... Well, almost a luxury. And one he did not care much for, at that.
Her proposition, or rather, invitation surprised him but it was a most welcome one. "I'll accept that invitation" Said with a nod.
Firbolg woman. The race, he supposed? Unless it was a category, like warrior was. Warrior woman. The woman part was easy to realise, maybe not at first time but given a long enough glance. Usually such differences were plain to the eye. Admittedly it got harder with beasts, except for the beast themelves, they always knew instinctively whether they were male or female. And the woman in front of him... Well, she was half and half, maybe. More human than beast, definitely, but still.
And what was he? The question had him wondering. He thought for a second.
"I am a..." Was he, really? "Human, male" He had no doubts about the first part, but the second one. He had a brief flashback about a certain... Happening. He dismissed it.
"Vell" He said then "I suppose maybe unnarmed combat is not that bad. Had you ever heard about Lo's T'Iburon? He vas a great warrior, a half-orc but his tale became known through the northern tribes. He used no veapons vhatsoever but his fists, he vas a brawler and vould go as far as to vrestle vith bears to get better at his technique. But if the tales are true then no feat of strenght or combat provess of his vas greater than vhen he fought an adult dragon. The tale says that he grabbed on to the beasts back, as it kept going in and off a lake as he vas fighting it, and vhen the beast took to the skies he managed to break and hold off the vings and bring the creature down vith him: Free falling from the clouds into the sky below. As he plummeted his last vords vere "I am Lo's T'Iburon and I am the strongest brawler!"."
He paused for a moment, while waiting to see if the woman were to take him inside the city towards some tavern. He didn't have much in the way of coin but would gladly spend some to get a drink with someone he just fought, it was a different kind of drinking altogether. He continued with the story nonetheless.
"He died upon impact, just like the dragon. But some people say he vas so strong that he actually survived, and now still roams the land to this day challenging people to fight vith him and seeking the strongest people to brawl vith them. So if you see a huge orc vith a large scar that goes all over it's body, and an ornate tribal mask... You'll know who it is"
Said finally with a smirk. The legend could be or could not be true but for him it was pretty interesting as a tale, and quite relevant to the discussion at hand. He still would not switch a greatsword or a greataxe for his bare hands on any day he still had a choice on the issue, but for her perhaps it was an inspiring tale and not merely interesting. Heck, perhaps she would of even heard about Lo's T'Iburon, though it was mostly a tale that was transmitted from mouth to mouth, and by way of traders at most if one didn't live up there.
As for him, what was inspiring was that the semi-orc tried to go for ever greater heights constantly and did in the end go out in a way that was legendary all of it's own. How many people could say they wrestled a dragon and that was how they died? Certainly, in whichever afterlife his god had planned for him, everyone would know it's name, and all of it's ancestors too. Not that he had much respect for semi-orcs, given how much he despised orcs, but a warrior was a warrior and so long he behave with honor some respect was due.
"Are there any varriors you look up to, in the vandering temple or outside?"
He asked then. Now, she said she was the greatest warrior so perhaps there were none she looked up to, but there was a chance there was some figure of note in her life. It was rare the case where a warrior had neither a figure she looked up to, or a god she looked up to. It was a way to measure onself against the world. Normally everyone did it, with people they knew, but the ones that picked such an exeptional individual were putting the bar really high in comparison. It could be either a blessing, or a curse. Or in rare cases, both.
He didn't really want to tell her "Is this a joke?" as that would have been disrespectful, so he chose not to say anything about it. It was her life's choice after all, not his. Thus he wondered what could have been... Maybe in the future he could convince her to try out weapons, that would make for a nice challenge. Since his defeat now he wanted to try and test his blade against something, or someone. But he doubted he would find people willing to try that out as one was much more likely to get hurt even with a blunt sword and accidents tended to happen. Specially without armor. And armor, or at lest full armor was... Well, almost a luxury. And one he did not care much for, at that.
Her proposition, or rather, invitation surprised him but it was a most welcome one. "I'll accept that invitation" Said with a nod.
Firbolg woman. The race, he supposed? Unless it was a category, like warrior was. Warrior woman. The woman part was easy to realise, maybe not at first time but given a long enough glance. Usually such differences were plain to the eye. Admittedly it got harder with beasts, except for the beast themelves, they always knew instinctively whether they were male or female. And the woman in front of him... Well, she was half and half, maybe. More human than beast, definitely, but still.
And what was he? The question had him wondering. He thought for a second.
"I am a..." Was he, really? "Human, male" He had no doubts about the first part, but the second one. He had a brief flashback about a certain... Happening. He dismissed it.
"Vell" He said then "I suppose maybe unnarmed combat is not that bad. Had you ever heard about Lo's T'Iburon? He vas a great warrior, a half-orc but his tale became known through the northern tribes. He used no veapons vhatsoever but his fists, he vas a brawler and vould go as far as to vrestle vith bears to get better at his technique. But if the tales are true then no feat of strenght or combat provess of his vas greater than vhen he fought an adult dragon. The tale says that he grabbed on to the beasts back, as it kept going in and off a lake as he vas fighting it, and vhen the beast took to the skies he managed to break and hold off the vings and bring the creature down vith him: Free falling from the clouds into the sky below. As he plummeted his last vords vere "I am Lo's T'Iburon and I am the strongest brawler!"."
He paused for a moment, while waiting to see if the woman were to take him inside the city towards some tavern. He didn't have much in the way of coin but would gladly spend some to get a drink with someone he just fought, it was a different kind of drinking altogether. He continued with the story nonetheless.
"He died upon impact, just like the dragon. But some people say he vas so strong that he actually survived, and now still roams the land to this day challenging people to fight vith him and seeking the strongest people to brawl vith them. So if you see a huge orc vith a large scar that goes all over it's body, and an ornate tribal mask... You'll know who it is"
Said finally with a smirk. The legend could be or could not be true but for him it was pretty interesting as a tale, and quite relevant to the discussion at hand. He still would not switch a greatsword or a greataxe for his bare hands on any day he still had a choice on the issue, but for her perhaps it was an inspiring tale and not merely interesting. Heck, perhaps she would of even heard about Lo's T'Iburon, though it was mostly a tale that was transmitted from mouth to mouth, and by way of traders at most if one didn't live up there.
As for him, what was inspiring was that the semi-orc tried to go for ever greater heights constantly and did in the end go out in a way that was legendary all of it's own. How many people could say they wrestled a dragon and that was how they died? Certainly, in whichever afterlife his god had planned for him, everyone would know it's name, and all of it's ancestors too. Not that he had much respect for semi-orcs, given how much he despised orcs, but a warrior was a warrior and so long he behave with honor some respect was due.
"Are there any varriors you look up to, in the vandering temple or outside?"
He asked then. Now, she said she was the greatest warrior so perhaps there were none she looked up to, but there was a chance there was some figure of note in her life. It was rare the case where a warrior had neither a figure she looked up to, or a god she looked up to. It was a way to measure onself against the world. Normally everyone did it, with people they knew, but the ones that picked such an exeptional individual were putting the bar really high in comparison. It could be either a blessing, or a curse. Or in rare cases, both.
